The water was feeling almost cold on his heated skin as he was letting one hand move over his chest and the other pressed against the wall of the shower - cageing him in from behind. His hair sticking to his face and his breathing hard to swallow any sound wanting to come out of him. His thumb moving over the wet slit of his dick, making his abs tense as he was wrapping it around and slowly stroking him. He was breathing against the hot steam of the water, it was almost impossible to not moan or curse under the touch. He was so ridiculously hard that the skin was sensitive and veiny. Biting down on his plumb lip and swallowing the moans and breaths, only allowing himself to breathe through it. Feeling a body being pressed against him, naked and hot and wet. Teeth biting his earlobe and letting it run through, causing mild pain to rush trough him.
“fuck, y-yunho”,- Mingi was ripping his eyes open and a sharp headache was rushing through him.
“Fuck”, he was hissing, one hand aggressively trying to get the alarm to shut up. Piep, piep, piep, piep - like a fucking needle right between his eyes, over and over and over again. Fingering for his phone on the ground and letting himself fall back on the couch and breathe heavily.
Wait, hold on a minute, one second - no fucking way. Pictures of his dream flickering before his eye, the headache made it almost impossible to keep his eyes open but for a second he was standing up stressed. Shaking his body and trying to get oriented but all he could think off was the half boner in his pants and the way he had a dream about… Yunho.
“Fuck this, I- I would never… disgusting- ”, he was murmuring some stuff to himself and in the other second he was realizing that he slept the night on the couch. Pressing his hands over his eyes and trying to remember over the hangover what happened yesterday. He remembered the photo booth, he remembered the kiss, also writing down the Instagram accounts and watching half of the shows before Mingi was deciding to leave early and Yunho was like always fighting about it. He also remembered getting into a cap with him but then? No idea. It was gone.
A little stupid he was touching his shirt, his pants, as if he wanted to check if he was still clothed and for a moment he was relaxing. The fucking photobooth.
His hands grabbing the phone laying on the ground next to the couch and with a dull sound he was letting himself fall back on it. Clicking through his account and checking the tagged photos.
“Fuck…”, he was letting out annoyed again, letting his head fall back on the headrest for a second as he could see the polaroid on the screen. The pictures with them laughing like a cute couple but also the last one in the right corner with Yunho having his hand in his hair and bitting his lip. He didn’t remember it being this-
“What are you looking at?”, “ Aissh -”, Mingi was flinching and pressing the screen into his lap before Yunho could see that he was looking at the pictures from yesterday. But just a second after he was realizing that acting this way made it fucking suspious and no fucking idea what was wrong with him. His boner was gone at least, but the stressed heartbeat and the piercing headache was still there.
“Just the… stupid pictures from yesterday”, he was saying and Yunho’s bare face was looking at him irritated. But even if Mingi was waiting for a dumb comment in the end it just… didn’t come. It felt awkward, Yunho’s lips pressing together for a moment and just walking away into the kitchen.
“Almost dreamy , right?”, he was mocking it over his shoulder but Mingi’s brain snapped as he heard the word dream. Why? Why would he say dream? It was not like it was written all over his forehead that he had a wet dr-
“Yeah, totally ”, he was barking out, standing up again and looking over to Yunho making himself coffee. His eyes wandering down to his chest in that lose white shirt as he remembered what he saw and felt yesterday. Snapping out of it, no way this fuckhead had a nipple piercing…
“I need a shower”, just like in his dream, where Yunho was stroking his hard- “No, coffee first”, he was correcting, looking over to Yunho still standing there, being close to a fucking mental breakdown, because standing next to him drinking coffee was also not on the list of things he wanted to do.
“You’re alright?”, “I need to piss”, he was saying instead, rushing out of the room and trying to not slap himself across the face.
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a Love Scripted- Yungi Fic
Fanfiction"I was talking to Yunho's dad the whole day and we came up with a plan to help us both out. It will set the tone for the upcoming work in the company and also the new image for the new launching app-", "And? Do we have to do some ugly paperwork nobo...
